“To St. Thomas. She has a temporary address there, by-the-bye. I know that too.”
“Go in and win at St. Thomas. I believe it is a certainty for you; I do, indeed.”
The Treasure absolutely blushed. He was a very big man indeed, and produced the largest extent of blush I ever saw.
Then my brother came back, looking extremely grave.
“How is she?” we asked simultaneously.
“Very ill,” he answered shortly. “She was all right when we started, and never better in her life; but, after dinner, she drank half a wineglass of salt water, and the natural result has been disaster. I understand some fool urged her to try this as a preventive of mal-de-mer. Her mother thinks it must have been a coarse practical joke, and is going to speak to the Captain about it. I wouldn’t be the man who prescribed that insane dose for a thousand pounds.”
Then an expression of abject dismay stole over the Treasure’s face as, despite his great size, he appeared to shrivel and curl up into nothing.
"he appeared to shrivel and curl up."